At last, we have a new and talented brown-noser in parliament. Just as Michael Fabricant lost no opportunity to oil up to John Major, before going on to become a Tory elder statesman during the Blair years, so now Harriett Baldwin looks set to do the same vital job for David Cameron. Like Mickey Fabb, she has magnificent blond hair, though in her case it looks real and not held in place by webbing.

Harriett is MP for West Worcestershire, which is where Stanley Baldwin came from, though Baldwin is her married name, and while her husband's middle name is Stanley, he is no relation either. On her website you can follow her progress, like the stations of the cross, visiting a school here, hearing concerns about a new Tesco there, her fairy footfall bringing hope and encouragement to some of the loveliest countryside in Britain.

Today, during prime minister's questions she inquired, "Can I praise the prime minister's staunch support …?"

I am not clear what support she was praising (it may have had something to do with the NHS), since a loud, booming, vuvuzela type of noise erupted from the Labour benches, entirely drowning out her voice.

Labour MPs loved it – a magnificent display of slavering, knee-bending, oleaginous toadying, and from an unpractised newcomer!

They didn't even need to know what she was talking about: the simple word "staunch", which nobody uses in real life ("oh, you managed to find a chemist open. That was very staunch of you") was enough to alert them to a majestic display of creeping sycophancy.

Through the noise we could just make out the last part of her question: "... and invite him to open a brand new community hospital in Malvern at a time convenient to him in the autumn!"

The barrage of barracking continued. The Speaker, John Bercow, said tartly that it was within the rules of the house for a government backbencher to support the government.

At this David Cameron seemed to lose it. He made one of those jokes that aren't funny, but which are designed to allow the Speaker to laugh at something he finds funny, but which would create embarrassment if he were openly laughing at what he was really laughing at. If you see what I mean.

So he replied: "Mr Speaker, we all remember you doing that very well!"

MPs fell about, though since Bercow has never been a government backbencher (he was elected as a Tory the day Tony Blair became prime minister) it was entirely meaningless, being possibly a reference to the Tory belief that Bercow has become a socialist apostate.

But the joke-ette had done its job. He could now laugh at Harriett Baldwin while appearing to laugh at himself! Courtesy and honour would both be satisfied. "The commitment we've made to maintain health spending is an important … "

At this point the chuckle forced its way out, like a great burp, or Freddie the Frog emerging from Iain Duncan Smith. "Hurr hurr!" he went, before recovering "… is an important commitment!"

(Stop press. I'm told that last week Tory Claire Perry asked if George Osborne had had many congratulatory notes from around the world. This boot-licking contest could go down to the finish.)